Amosta stood in the hall where the Dementor was nurtured, staring into the room, the brilliant nebula-like halo of these endless dark universes, since he met the woman Vitya Cleona, one thing after another flowed in his heart, these discoveries were like pieces of a puzzle, converging into a complete story in Amosta's mind.

This magnificent picture is about to be completed, but the most central piece is missing, and that is why all this mystery revolves around him.

By solving this puzzle, Amosta will basically be able to restore most of the truth of the whole thing.

"When I was imprisoned in Azkaban, there were more Dementors on the island than we had seen just above, but there were definitely not as many Dementors as we had seen below—"

"One hundred and sixty-two."

Amosta's expression was indifferent, and he said calmly,

"In March of this year, in the official Azkaban information released by magic, the specific number of Dementors recorded today, and this number was one hundred and sixty ten years ago, and one hundred and fifty-nine ten years ago, to this day, the Ministry of Magic still has not been able to figure out the specific way of reproduction of Dementors, and the academic community believes that this creature relies on self-division to reproduce, and they believe that as long as a certain Dementor absorbs a sufficient amount of happy memories, then it has the conditions to reproduce."

There was no guesswork as to how the Dementors were conceived, and the scene in front of him illustrated the answer, Sirius blinking as he thought about what Amosta had just said about the increase in the number of Dementors.

"More than ten years ago, after the fall of Voldemort, those Death Eaters and followers on the periphery were thrown into Azkaban in large numbers, and the sudden increase in prisoners probably made the Dementors no longer have to worry about starvation, so the number of Dementors increased faster."

As if aware of Sirius's doubts, Amosta continued.

Within this secret realm, there are a large number of rooms that have not yet been explored, and Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have brought them all the way to the core, and the room they are in is undoubtedly the core of the secret realm.

However, several people noticed that there was a small door at the end of the room, on the right, which was open and was supposed to lead to another room.

"Let's go, Rowena--"

After seeing all this along the way, Gryffindor's mood and face were heavy, and he greeted Ravenclaw and turned to the small door.

Amosta and Sirius followed, both having a hunch that the memory they were in was coming to an end.

Behind the door is a small corridor, with solid rock walls on the left and right sides, and only at the end of the corridor is a broken door.

The wooden door was obviously not damaged by natural weathering, but had obvious signs of demolition.

Over the centuries, the two founders of Hogwarts were probably the only two wizards who had ever entered this secret realm, and apart from the two of them, it was estimated that the only one who had entered here was the white wizard who was dressed in a strong mythical color.

They entered the room behind the door, and when Amosta entered, his eyes, which had been dull for most of the day, were shining with a little sparkle, and the same thing he did was Rowena Ravenclaw.

It was also a spacious room, with a small number of ancient books on wooden shelves around the walls, and most of them parchment manuscripts.

"Helmaugh's book collection?"

For the first time since entering the island, Ravenclaw was in high spirits, and she walked briskly, reaching out to pick up a magic book sealed with dark blood stains, but when her jade fingertips touched the book, the book suddenly turned into sand, leaving only a light smoke wrapped around Ravenclaw's fingertips.

"Merlin destroyed the defensive magic inside this library when he entered it, and these books have been largely damaged after hundreds of years of unprotected conditions."

Seeing his friend deflated, Gryffindor smiled a little mischievously gloating, and Sirius smiled and patted Amosta's shoulder, whose face had darkened again.

Ravenclaw didn't try to pick up the books except for the bookshelves on the four walls, and suddenly fixed in a certain direction, and her footsteps restarted, bypassing the bookshelves and walking in that direction.

In the center of the library was a desk, the white of which was apparently not made of wood, but rather the bones of some kind of creature.

Having no mind to be amazed by Helbo's cruelty all the way to the point, Ravenclaw walked in the direction of the stool, his eyes falling on the stack of manuscripts on his desk.

The text on the first page of the manuscript is in ancient runes, and both Ravenclaw and Amosta are proficient in this script, so it is not too difficult to read.

"What's on this?"

Sirius, who barely understood some of the unobtrusive Runiwen symbols, craned his neck, confused by the strange patterns.

"It's like magic. Or the ritual, I'm not sure, wait, let me see--"

After that lesson, Ravenclaw didn't try to turn the second page of the manuscript again, but it was clear that she had some way of reading what was next.

"Hallows."

Caught off guard, Ravenclaw, who was engrossed in reading what Amosta couldn't peep into, suddenly spat out these two words.

"Hallows?"

Gryffindor frowned, thinking about everything he knew about magic and alchemy, but searching his memories found nothing,

"Like Horcruxes, some kind of evil magic?"

Hallows? Deathly Hallows?

Amosta's brows condensed slightly, this kind of thing, it's not like he hasn't heard of it.

"Contrary to Horcruxes, you're right, Godric, it's a very evil form of magic, and it's very dangerous."

Ravenclaw's voice was solemn,

"It makes sense that this notebook is still here, and when I get back, I really need to spend some time researching it."

"Hallows. My dad seems to have said to me and Regulus when he was alive—"

Surprisingly, Sirius had heard of some of them, and he blinked, his face full of confusion,

"It originated from the story of the three brothers in the "Poet Bean Tales". But Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are much older than Bean, aren't they, Hallow! ”

Sirius suddenly exclaimed,

"The legend of the three brothers. The Grim Reaper in there shouldn't be Helbo! ”

"The story and the truth are very different from each other, but for now, the holy artifact is inseparable from Helpo, and it is very likely that the holy artifact is real."

Amosta's eyes twinkled, and he said thoughtfully.

After a few more minutes, Ravenclaw seemed to have jotted down all the contents of the stack of parchment, and she looked up at the bookshelves around her, her eyes filled with regret. If she was given enough time, she could have memorized all the books and manuscripts in this library, but unfortunately, she apparently didn't have the time to stay here to transcribe these magical books.

"Let's go, Godric, let's go to the room at the back of the library, it's the last stone room."

(End of chapter)